Judy Blume’s Superfudge was in our tiny school library, and I wolfed it down at the age of eight. From then, I was side-by-side with all of Judy’s kids, right the way up to 17-year-old Katherine in Fo

Tucking her hands into her pockets, Joanne chased after Boo. ‘Good boy!’ she smiled, nearing the spaniel. Boo hardly ever ran off, and if he did shoot ahead, he’d wait for her, looking back until she

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

Polly took her place by the window, glad that Corunna Coaches allowed the booking of specific seats on their trips. An important consideration when you weren’t the world’s best traveller and didn’t wa

It was one of those cool misty mornings when Lucy had no firm idea how she wanted to spend her day. Nothing had leapt to the top of her to-do list when today’s planned coffee morning with her daughter